By Brett Lynn

“Man, am I glad to get off that bus! It’s apparent that bus driver
confused the concepts of cold and fucking antarctic! Plus, now I’m
nipped out too.”
Marilyn stepped off the bus into the quiet, cool Queens afternoon. She
was on her way to see a movie. Any movie. Just anything to escape
civilization for a couple of hours. She had a tendency to do that
whenever she had a bad week. This one sure qualified as one. First,
she had a whole pile of tests thrown onto her at once. Plus, she had to
write a 6 page paper for her least favorite subject, English, on some
Shakespeare play. And, of course, it seemed that as fall descended, the
sex drives of the fine men of the Bronx seemed to rise. It seemed as if
someone had slipped something into the water or something. So, with Kat
busy with a school project, she decided to head into her native borough
to relax for a bit and return to the Bronx with her batteries
recharged. As she was thinking this, she nearly walked right into the
glass at the box office.

“What movie is starting the soonest?”

“Um, well, we have `Autumn in New York’ starting at 1:40…”

“One ticket please?”

“That’ll be $8.25 ma’am.”

Fishing a $10 bill out of her pocket, she slipped the money through the
opening in the box office. “Here you go.”

“OK, your change will be $1.75. Here’s your ticket and enjoy the show!”

“Yeah, yeah,” Marilyn thought to herself. “I just need to relax.
Forget this fake friendly crap.” Her dress belied her attitude.
Underneath her thin Tommy Hilfiger jacket, she wore a ratty little
t-shirt with enough of the bottom cut off to show off her belly. She
dug up some track pants, wore some green lace panties she just happened
to find clean this morning, and finished it off with some old basketball
shoes. As she handed off her ticket to the ticket taker, she barely
paid enough attention to him to figure out where the theater where the
movie she was supposed to see is playing.

She quickly bounded up the stairs, then half ran into the small movie
theater, as if the doors could somehow keep me safe. She decided to
take a seat in a back row, the better to stretch her legs. “Ah, the
sweet joys of American escapism. What would I do without them!” she
sighed to no one particular. “Oh shit, there’s some time before the
movie. Let me get a soda right quick…”

Marilyn returned to her seat just after the previews started rolling.
She put her large soda down on the floor, shucked off her jacket, then
plopped down in the padded seat. She reclined slightly, then picked up
her soda and placed in against her partially exposed belly. “Mmm, that
feels good,” she thought to herself. “If this wasn’t in public, I’d be
tempted to whip it out right now and stroke myself off.” Then she took
a glance around the movie theater. Save for a few girls her age, a
middle-age couple and an older couple, the theater was vacant. “What
would I do for a place to think without Hollywood churning worthless
crap? Got to a library?” she thought. Then, she chuckled out loud,
nearly spraying the soda she was sipping on.

As expected, the movie was crap. However, it gave Marilyn a chance to
clear her head. After all, when you had a week like she had, you just
need to just let your mind free associate for a bit, take it out for a
jog if you will. So, Marilyn stared blankly at the glowing screen,
sipping on her soda, idly scratching and squeezing on her braless
breasts. After not too long, her soda was finished, and her eyelids
were getting heavier and heavier. “If I didn’t have to pee, I’d be able
to get a nice long nap out of this movie,” she thought to herself. Her
legs stiff from sitting, she stretched her long, built body up, then
stepped out of the movie theater towards the bathroom.

The women’s room was fairly quiet when Marilyn stepped in there. It
seemed too large for it’s own good, especially considering the
`prodigious’ crowds that filtered through the movie theater this time of
day. However, along the long wall of sinks, she did notice someone
interesting. First off was the woman’s hair, dyed a bronze hue,
shoulder length, and despite a bit of a curl towards the bottom, in need
of a fresh perm. However, the face that she spotted in the mirror
seemed permanently fresh. A cross between the cute chubbiness of a baby
and the subtle intensity of sensuality, the woman’s caramel-hued face
was staring intently into the mirror, placing mascara on her eyelashes.
Now situated directly behind the woman, Marilyn looked at the rest of
her body. The stranger’s body appeared the epitome of `ghetto
fabulous’, with her thick body, huge round butt and large, slightly
sagging breasts encased in a simple black tube dress that barely covered
her big, soft thighs as she bent over the sink.

“Not bad, not at all,” Marilyn though to herself as she tried to slip in
backwards into a stall, trying to keep a glimpse of that body as long as
possible. When she slipped down her pants, she noticed that she has
developed a bit of a hard-on. “Cute. Now I’m gonna have to angle
myself as I sit down not to get my tip in the water,” she thought to
herself, carefully not to say anything out loud to give her away. She
then took care not to think any more of the beautiful woman outside of
her stall as she relieved herself, not wanting to have to entangled her
manhood from the toilet. Finished, she tucked herself back up between
her legs, pulled up her pants and panties, then opened the door to her
stall. She caught herself staring at the beautiful stranger in front of
her, watching her as she put her wine red lipstick on her soft lips.

“Like something you see?”

“What?!”

“I saw you staring at me ever since you came in here,” the stranger said
as she looked at Marilyn through the mirror. She then turned her head
around to look behind her and said, “I’m kinda flattered.”

“I’m saying though, um, well, I just thought you were…”

“Fine? Sexy? If you were a man, you fuck me this second? What
difference do the words make? I know you want me,” the stranger
responded as she turned to face Marilyn and stood up. Marilyn took this
time to check out the whole package, from her cute face and cherubic
lips, to her huge tits, to her slight belly that looked so cute on her,
to the thick thighs all the way down to her 3 inch platform heels. She
felt the stranger eye her from top to bottom and said, “you ain’t half
bad yourself. I wish I had a body like yours. Then again, I have had
bodies like yours in that special way.”

“S-so I take it you like women?”

“And men. What difference does it make?”

“M-my name is M-marilyn? What’s yours?”

“Just call me…Love, and we’ll leave it at that. Besides, I like looking
at you better than that damn movie I was watching.”

At that, Love reached up, looked into Marilyn’s eyes and lightly
squeezed at Marilyn’s breasts. She repeated the squeezing motion again,
this time lightly pulling on Marilyn’s nipples through her shirt. Her
hands kept slowly moving as they cupped and massaged her breasts, then
moved her hands down to caress her soft belly. When her hands brushed
against the ebony midriff, Love gave the stomach a playful squeeze,
looked up at Marilyn with big eyes, smiled innocently and said “mmm…this
looks yummy!” Her lips moved down to where her hands were and gave
Marilyn’s stomach a few light pecks. She then sucked on the exposed
belly button, kissing it and flicking at it with her tongue.

“O-ooh, that feels good,” Marilyn managed to gave out between shivers of
pleasure.

“You like that, huh?”

“Yes, very much.”

“I might do some more of that later. Meanwhile, I have something else
to attend to,” Love remarked with a wink and a mischevious smile.

She then reached between Marilyn’s legs to grope at her crotch. As she
ran her hand back and forth against the smooth crotch, her eyes bulged
out in surprise. “Hmm…looks like I’ll get to find out whether the `If
you were a man’ situation really is true.” She reached her hands inside
Marilyn’s waistband and pulled her pants down to midway up her thighs.
She then pulled aside the green lace panties, letting Marilyn’s dick pop
out and hang slightly outward and down.

“It looks like someone’s getting excited.”

“Yeah,” Marilyn nervously chuckled, “y-you could say that.”

“Well I got something more exciting for you….”

With that, Love pulled the dick out until it was parallel to the floor,
then bent over and gave the tip. She then slobbered Marilyn’s tip a bit
and licked all around the head to the little ridge at the base of the
tip. Her lips caressed the sensitive skin as she dragged her lips from
the tip down to the shaft, her tongue flicking out as she did this. Her
free hand was stroking the piece of dark meat in her hands, part out of
admiration, part out of lust, part out of caring as one would a pet.
She nuzzled her nose against it, then started kissing wetly against the
dick in her hands. She felt it twitch and harden as she continued her
attentions, and felt its owner shuddering, felt her hands in her hair
stroking it, heard her moaning. By the time she reached the base, she
stopped, blew all over the wet skin on the shaft, then starting kissing
and sucking the skin on the balls.

“Oh yes…please, don’t stop…”

Love gave Marilyn a series of short, soft butterfly kisses on her
balls. She gave them with the patience and caring one only gets with a
connection between human beings. She used her mouth to show how much
she liked doing this, covering the balls in front of her with kisses.
Just as she was about to bring her lips back up to the cock, she a
shudder from her partner and felt a hard tug on her hair.

“Are you OK?” Love asked.

“Uh..uh…yeah…just need to catch my breath. My knees just went jelly
there. Damn, you’re incredible!”

“Thank you,” Love replied with a smile.

“C-can I lean against the sink? So I don’t slip and fall and hurt both
of us?”

“Sure. Just let me do a few other things first.”

Love walked over to the end of the bathroom by the door. She quickly
placed the wet floor sign outside the door, then took the time to lock
the door from the outside and propped the garbage can up against the
door.

“There we go. We should have plenty of private time now,” Love said
with that infectious, almost innocent smile of hers. “Now lean up
against that sink miss,” she said with a mock harshness, “we have some
business to finish.”

Marilyn waddled over to the bank of sinks and leaned against the
counter, bracing herself with her hands. Love kneeled on the floor,
grabbed the half-hard cock with her hand, brought the tip to her mouth
and sucked on it hard, flicking her tongue all around it. As it started
to harden to completeness, she took more into her mouth, working her
tongue all around the thick shaft she was struggling to fit into your
mouth.

“Wow, you’re a *big* girl down there, if you know what I mean,” Love
remarked as she took the dick out of her mouth.

“Yeah, I know.”

“Well, I think I can handle you though. Don’t worry. You won’t hurt
me, and everything will be OK, alright?” Love posed with a smile and a
gentle giggle.

“OK. Just lemme know if I’m hurting you.”

Love then quickly took 4 inches of cock back into her mouth, slobbering
and moaning contentedly. She took the time to work her tongue around
the huge dick and change the pressure she was sucking at as she worked
her mouth up and down.

“Yeah…that feels so g-good…please don’t stop…don’t hurt me like that,”
said Marilyn, nearly brought to tears by the sensations she felt. She
leaned heavily against the counter as she laid her head back, closed her
eyes, and tried to cope with the sensations shooting from her cock. She
reached under her shirt and started to paw at her breasts as she felt
that warm, wet, tight mouth bring her to a full erection and slip
another two inches inside, caressing every inch with care. She felt
hands stroking the rest of her cock outside of the mouth, and she opened
her eyes and looked down to see Love working her mouth with lust-filled
eyes and a smiling mouth. Marilyn stroked her hair in loving
appreciation with one hand as she felt the strokes on her cock get
longer and longer and deeper and deeper. When she felt a pair of hands
grab onto the base of her cock as another two inches were sunk down
Love’s throat, her hands went limp, not thinking that someone could make
her feel this good. Too lost in her sensations to cum, she reached up
her hands and brushed them by a pair of huge tits attached to the woman
sucking her off. While one hand continue up to grab and maul at her own
breast, the other lingered down there, reached in the tube dress and
started rubbing on a breasts, feeling the hard nipple and bumpy areola.
Just then, her hand went limp as she felt one very powerful suck that
would have made her cum if she didn’t lose herself in the feeling in the
first place.

Love then grabbed on tight to the three inches of the massive member not
exposed, then slipped the rest out of her throat. She took a deep
breath, now being able to breathe clearly without a dick in her mouth,
and said coquettishly, “so, you wanna play some more, huh?”

“Yeah, I think I’d like that.”

“Why don’t we switch places? I’d like to just lay back and have my
nipples bit and my pussy eaten. Besides, if you do a good job, I have
some fun for us,” she said breathlessly with a wink and an incandescent
smile.

Marilyn practically jumped off the counter and made room for her new
friend, who immediately jumped up and sat on the counter. She then
turned and faced her to hug her tight and kiss her hard, their tongues
dueling in each other’s mouth. She grinded her chest against her
friends, then disengaged so that her hands could fully explore the large
mammaries in front of her. As she roughly mauled them through the
dress, she felt Love press her chest against her hands, her tits oozing
out between the fingers. Marilyn then grabbed the part of the dress
over her breasts and pulled it down to her waist, exposing what she was
checking out before. The boobs were very large, as expected, with a
slight sag to them, topped with milk chocolate areola, bumpy all around,
and erect half-inch nipples.

“Mmm…looks like someone stuck chocolate kisses on your chest,” Marilyn
said to her new lover.

“Well, chocolate kisses just begged to be sucked and bit, right?”

“Yeah”

“Well suck on them for me, baby,” she said with a smile. “Bite my
nipples.”

Marilyn then took Love’s left breast in her hand and tentatively kissed
at a nipple. She then kept kissing it with more and more passion until
she was sucking on it hard, trying to pull it away from her breasts and
lifting the breast up in the process. She then took the nipple between
her teeth and lightly gnawed on it while her tongue was allowed to trace
the rough terrain of her areola. She took her right hand from the left
breast and used the fingernails on that hand to pinch at the other
nipple.

“Mmm…yeah…that feels so good,” Love moaned out to no one as she grabbed
Marilyn’s head tightly, weaving her hair through her long wavy hair and
squeezing as hard as possible. “Oh, yeah, move your hands all over
me…work me baby…”

Suddenly, Marilyn had an idea pop into her head, and she pushed her head
against Love’s hand in order to get her to release it.

“Wanna play a game?”

“But aren’t we playing one now?”

“Well, you’ll like this one,” Marilyn said with a confident wink. She
dropped to her knees, grabbed one of Love’s legs at the knees and
stretched it all the way out from her body. She then slobbered her lips
against the skin under the knee, looked up at Love and said “Are…”

She moved her lips to Love’s calf, pressing her skin against the
resilient muscle and the sweet skin. “You…”

Finally, she tried to suck the skin off Love’s ankles, flicking her
tongue fast against the skin. “Ready?”

“Fuck yeah…I wanna see what else you have to tease me with!” Love
replied with a smile.

Marilyn slipped the high-heeled sandal off of her lover’s foot, allowing
her access to the small, cute feet, capped with tiny toes painted in
polish the same color as her lipstick.

“OK, here’s the game,” Marilyn said softly. “We’re gonna play a game of
`This little piggy’ with a slight twist. Got me?”

“Yeah”

Moving so that her mouth was by the big toe, she looked up at Love’s
soft face and said softly “this little piggy went to market…” After she
said that, she took the toe between her lips, swirled her tongue all
around it, then sucked it into her mouth. She felt Love shudder all the
way through her toes as she pumped her lips up and down the toe a few
times, then pulled it out. “Are you ready for the next one?”

“Oh, yes, baby,” she replied as she reached up to palm her breasts. “I
can wait until the last part,” she said with a lustful smile.

“Ooh, you’ll see,” Marilyn replied with a wink. “You’ll see. Now this
little piggy went home…” She finished that line in a similar way she
finished the first one, with a nice long suck of the next-biggest toe.
She did this two more times, each time driving Love crazy, bucking her
hips up off the counter and pulling her nipples hard. Panting, she
looked down at Marilyn as said, “Mmmm…yeah baby…now how are you going to
get the last piggy…” She then pulled up the hem of her skirt, exposing
her g-string, pawed at her pussy at then said “…home?”

Marilyn arrogantly smiled, then said “…and this little piggy went wee…”
She followed that up with a quick suck of Love’s little toe.

“…wee…”

She then sucked and licked at the skin on the side of the foot, running
her tongue down a bit to the bottom.

“…wee…”

She then took the thick ankle, grabbed onto it with her hands, sucking
and licking at the soft skin attached to the hard bone.

“…wee…”

She then moved around to between Love’s legs and licked all over the
soft calf.

“…all the way home!”

She then attached the legs with avengence, sucking and licking and
kissing her way up the leg. She lapped away at her skin like a dog laps
away at water. When her lips reached midway up the inner thigh, she
felt Love shiver hard.

“Oh God, baby, make me cum, oh please make me cum!!!” Love moaned out in
desperation.

So turned on by this display of lust was Marilyn that she raised her
shirt over her braless tits, pinched at her nipples, then rubbed them
lewdly against each thigh.

“Well, maybe, if you ask nicely,” Marilyn cooed in reply, then kissed
closer to Love’s pussy, close enough to smell how much wetness she’d
dripped onto the countertop.

“Please…make me cum…don’t do this to me!”

Marilyn kept playing with her tits in her hands as she nuzzled along
closer to the pussy that so begged to be kissed. Just as she was about
to touch it with her lips, she moved her lips over to the other side of
her pussy to nuzzle against the juncture of the other thigh to her hip.

Along in tears, Love screamed out “PLEASE…I CAN’T TAKE MUCH MORE!!!!”
Then she grabbed Marilyn’s head and aimed her lips straight at her
g-string covered pussy. Wanting to tease her lover just a bit more
before eating her out, she tentatively stuck out her tongue against the
soaked fabric and tongued out a `Y’ against it. No sooner that she did
that, Love grabbed her head tighter, wrapping her fingers in her hair,
trying to get off against her tongue. Still mauling and palming her
breasts in her hands, she kept moving her tongue against the
panty-covered pussy, slowing spelling out the rest of “You need me!” By
the time she reached the exclamation point, Love was bucking around like
a bronco, sobbing in tears, desperate for release.

“PLEASE…(sob!)MAKE ME CUM!!!…DON’T MAKE ME SUFFER LIKE THIS…”

Finally, Marilyn spread Love’s legs with one hand and pulled her
g-string aside with the other. She took one gentle lick on one of the
labia on the twitching, shaved pussy, then said, “mmm…this caramel sure
is sweet.” That one lick took Love past the realm of language and left
her laying against the mirror a sobbing mess. She did a matching lick
on the other labia, then went pressed her lips to her clit, taking it
inside and touching her tongue to the tip of it.

Love came so hard, she thought she was going to die. All the pulsing
sensations she felt coursing through her body were magnified. She felt
every muscle in her body tighten up as her pussy began to twitch in
orgasm. She felt her heart pumping harder and harden and faster and
faster. She felt like her brain start to swim in endorphins. Then it
happened. Her heart pumped so hard and fast, she felt like she was
going to have a heart attack. Her muscles felt as if they were going to
explode. Finally, she felt her pussy clamp down against itself harder
that she ever felt before. As the final contractions happened, she
slumped down against the mirror, lost in a world where all was piece and
she felt love. She felt like she was floating through space and that
she was going to be there forever. When she finally came to a minute
later, she felt her foot rubbing against some sort of pole. As she
opened her eyes, she saw that Marilyn was rubbing her foot against her
dick, using the soft flesh to get her hard. As she felt the dick
twitching, she tried to move her foot in a way to get him harder. Soon,
she was giving Marilyn a foot job, and as she felt him twitch, she
noticed that she was close to exploding that cock.

“L-love…remember that reward you owe me for a job well done?” queried
Marilyn as she held onto Love’s ankle to stop from collapsing on the
floor.

“Sure. Tell you what…I want you to pump my pussy a couple of times…to
get you lubed up…then I want you to stick that dick up my ass so I can
give you the cum I *know* you need.”

She jumped off the counter, then turn around and bent over the counter.
She pulled up the hem of her dress, finally showing off the massive
globes of her ass split by the thin band of the g-string. Marilyn,
tantalized by the sight in front of her, walked up to the fat ass, stuck
her dick in the crack, grabbed Love’s hips and started grinding against
her.

“Yeah, this is so nice…I gotta fuck this…”

Marilyn then stepped back just enough to pull the g-string to one side,
exposing Love’s pussy. She then bent her dick out, bent her knees some,
then slowly slipped each inch of her cock inside the wet pussy, pumping
it inside of her.

“Ooh…this is so good…you’re getting me so hot!” Love moaned out raspily.

“Thank you.” With that, Marilyn bent over Love, turned Love’s head to
the side and kissed her deeply, their lips hungrily caressing each
other, their mouths trying to swallow each others. After making out
like this, the two realized that Marilyn was balls deep inside of Love.

“OK…I think I’m ready to fuck your ass now.”

“Do it…I want your huge cock back inside of me…”

With that, Marilyn stood up straight again, pulled out of Love’s pussy,
lined up her dick with Love’s asshole and rammed half of it in.

“OOOOH!!!! YOU’RE GONNA SPLIT ME IN TWO!”

“Oh, sorry, it’s just that…er, I mean…I just got so excited…I didn’t
mean to hurt you.” Marilyn then bent over to Love’s head and kissed her
forehead in apology.

“Don’t apologize…that feels so good….now fuck my ass hard and pump some
cum up my ass!”

With one hand, Marilyn grabbed onto one of Love’s breasts, and she
reached down to her clit with the other. She locked lips with Love
again and began to pump deep inside of Love’s ass, playing with her clit
as she did it. Love moaned deeply into her mouth as their lips remained
locked.

“BAM! BAM! BAM!”

“Oh shit…I think someone’s figured out what we’re doing in here”

“Just fuck my ass hard and cum….Oh, I wish I could do this longer
though,” Love remarked.

Just as she said that, Marilyn stepped up the pace in her fucking,
fucking in long, powerful, quick strokes. She felt Love tighten her ass
to stroke her cock just right, hitting all the right spots.

“Oh G-god, yeah, I’m about to cum…”

“Yeah, nut in my ass…gimme all your cum!”

With those words, Marilyn lost control, pumping out of control. She
pumped three more times before pulling Love up tight to her, kissing her
hard and moaning into her mouth as she squirted her load inside of her
lover. After she finally stopped coming, she let Love down gently to
the counter and slowly pulled out of her ass.

“HEY! IS EVERYTHING OK IN THERE?”

“Oh shit! Let’s get dressed quick!” Marilyn whispered to Love. With
that, the two scrambled to get dressed. “One moment!” screamed out
Marilyn. Love pulled her dress back into position, put her shoe back
on, then scrambled to the door. Marilyn meanwhile pulled her shirt back
down, tucked herself back up and pulled up her pants just as the door
was opening, revealing a theater employee standing at the door.

“Hey, what was wrong?” the guy asked. “I heard a bunch of moaning in
here. Are you guys OK?”

“Um…yeah! It’s just that I think we both had some bad hot dogs. Yeah.
Um, can you give us a minute? I wanna talk to her for a bit,” Marilyn
nervously spoke out.

“OK, I’ll be outside when you’re finished.” With that, the theater
employee stepped out the bathroom.

“Man, that was incredible. If they say God is love, then you Love must
be as close to God as anyone I’ve ever seen,” Marilyn said.

“Thanks. That was kinda weird fucking some complete stranger. Do you
have any diseases?”

“Nah. Plus I doubt I can get you pregnant unless some of that cum seems
down into your pussy.”

“Well, the way it’s dripping right now, I wouldn’t doubt it.”

“So what brought you here.”

“Oh, nothing much. Hubby is out of town on a tour of duty with the
Army. I had went clubbing last night, then climbed out of bed this
afternoon to hit a movie. I was just getting ready to see it, fixing my
make-up and such, when you stepped in.”
“Alright. Hey, what’s your number? Maybe we could hook up again
sometime. That was unreal!”

“No thanks…remember, I’m married!” Love then looked for her purse,
kicked a few sinks down in the midst of passion, then pulled out of her
purse a pen and some paper. “Here…write my number down, so I can get in
touch with you whenever the needs strike me,” she said with a wink.

“Thanks,” Marilyn said. Then she jotted down her name and number.

“Well, let’s get out of here…see ya around!” Love said with a smile,
then strolled out of the bathroom. Marilyn followed not to far behind
her. Just as she got out the door, the theater guy showed up in there.

“I know what you two were doing in there.”

“Is there a way for me to get out of trouble?”

“Well, you could show me your t…”

Just as he said that, Marilyn quickly grabbed the bottom of her shirt,
flashed the guy, then said to him “See ya!” Marilyn then ran on back up
the stair to the theater. She had missed most of the movie she had came
to see, but who cares? She enjoyed herself that afternoon.

A Domination / Shemale Transformation Story
Uncopyrighted X-rated Fiction, edited and polished for your enjoyment.
Inspired by the thought of Tracy.

The year is 2044. My name is Robert. I am 26. Light brown hair. Dark
brown eyes. 5′ 9″, 122 pounds. I work for a supercomputer research and
development firm. Like many young men at the leading edge of
technology, I am transgendered. My counselor is Dr. Elizabeth Paris.
Under her confidence and trust, I have told her all my feelings and
fantasies in exact detail. She knows I want to become a shemale.

The insightful Dr. Paris has been extremely helpful and supportive. She
introduced me to many of her TG colleagues and patients, and guided me
through all my options. I made the call to “Stages”, a highly
recommended transgender treatment centre in Holland. They needed
authorization to examine my counseling files, including Dr. Paris’
notes. I agreed.

Three weeks passed. Elizabeth was delighted when she talked to me about
my decision. She surprised me by saying the one year Real Life Test as
a woman would be waived in my case, since a quick transition was
approved by the Stages staff. Financing and company leave were
arranged, and I was placed on the waiting list.

The next Saturday morning, while taking my shower, the bathroom door
banged open. A muscular man, I can only describe him as a bounty-hunter
type, slid and slammed the shower door open. I withdrew to the tiled
wall, but he grabbed me by the hand and immediately twisted my arm back
to make me helpless. He turned off the shower then cuffed me. The
metal was chilled.

“All right, girl, your time has come.”, he said with contempt. I was
terrified, but found myself becoming more and more erect. No other man
had seen my penis before.

Without drying me, he put a black cloth bag over my head and tightened
its drawcord. Naked, I was led out my door to the apartment hallway. I
heard him lock and close the heavy metal door.

“Hmmmph. Not even a fighter. What a faggot.”, he said.

He lifted me over his shoulder and I felt us bouncing down the three
flights of stairs to the building’s side entrance. My nudity prevented
me from calling out for help. I felt the cool air of predawn L.A. as we
exited. The sounds of birds changed as he dumped me onto the bare metal
floor of his van. I began to struggle but he just laughed. My ankles
were cuffed, then he slid the side door closed. I’ll never forget that
cold, resonant sound as it slammed.

The driver’s door opened and slammed, then we were off. He squealed the
tires and drove like a maniac. The constant starts, stops, and turns as
he got out of the parking lot made it impossible to get up. I slid
about until he reached the main highway, then I wormed my way around so
my feet pointed forward and touched the metal wall. This was like a
Security van, with the driver and prisoner compartments isolated.

Even though I lied flat to stay stable, the driver had another stop to
make. I rolled hard as he turned and flew over a high curb. I
said “Ow!” and he banged his side of the wall with his fist. I knew to
keep quiet. After two more quick, crazy turns, he slammed on the brakes
and I slid helplessly to the front wall.

Where the hell was I? His door opened, the van’s weight shifted, and
the door slammed again. Either it was unnaturally silent out there or
the van was soundproof. I caught my breath. I began to shiver from the
cold. I decided to curl up and lie there next to the front wall.

Five minutes passed. I could barely breathe through the bag and
couldn’t see a thing. I flinched when the side door clicked and slid
open.

“In you go, Nancy.”, the driver said.

Another person was dumped to the metal floor. The door closed and we
were soon on our way again. Girl and Nancy? Were we both his morning
pickups?

The other person rolled into me as the van made its first sharp turn.
He was naked too. Lightly built, like me. As the van straightened out
and sped up to freeway speed, he struggled to get away from touching
me. I could tell from his sounds that he had been gagged with a towel.

I wasn’t totally disoriented. I roughly knew the distance to the
airport. When we slowed down in a certain long turn, I knew we were
entering LAX. We stopped at a checkpoint. It was nice to know the
driver could drive civilized if he had to. We rolled along for a few
more minutes, then stopped. My wet skin felt the rumble of jet engines
vibrating the metal floor. The door slid open.

“Two she-men bound for Holland.”, he said.

The other guy was grabbed first. Then I felt a man’s large hands on my
waist. I inhaled and tried to stop my newly hardening cock from rising
so no one could see my trace of excitement at all this domination.

I felt the sun on my body as I got carried up the steps. Only five. A
private jet. Before I knew it, I was thrown into a padded seat and
belted in.

“Tighter, girl boy?”, said a new male voice.

I pictured him as the worst macho slob imaginable. He pulled the belt
as tight as it would go, four inches beyond discomfort.

“Flat as a fucking board.”, the driver said.

“Too much of a wimp to make it, I say. She’ll never go through with
it.”, answered the slob.

“Look at the other one. Gynecomastia. What’s the matter, son?
Breastfeed for too long?”

The other guy yelled through his towel gag.

“Have a good flight, cocksuckers!”, they said in falsetto. I could hear
them blowing kisses. They left and I heard the van rev up and drive off
as the jet’s door closed. Someone else was in the cabin with us.

I felt the jet rotate. The engines got louder. My waist hurt from the
seatbelt. My arms were sore from the cuffs. The plane accelerated. It
felt like going West. The bag on my head was hot, and all the moisture
from my wet hair made it terribly humid. The runway seemed to go on
forever, then we took off. The landing gear retracted and we made a
gentle rising turn to the northeast.

“Can I help you, Robert?”, asked a female voice.

I was too stunned to answer.

“Robert?”, she asked. Her voice was friendly. She had a British accent.

“Yes–”, I began.

The whooshing sound of a whip tore through the air. I felt it sting my
left upper arm.

“We don’t use that name anymore… Robin.”, she said. Her voice was
coldly serious.

“Robin.”, I said weakly. I wondered if my arm was bleeding. The sting
felt wide, so maybe the strike wasn’t concentrated.

I suddenly realized I was naked in front of a woman. In control with a
small whip. I swallowed and gave her my full attention.

“Let me loosen that belt, Robin.”, she said peacefully.

It felt so good to feel my body relax as the heavy belt was released. I
loved the woman’s Friendly clear voice, and having her hands so near the
side of my ass made my cock grow a little. I didn’t want to get
punished again, so I willed myself to soften.

I heard her clothing rustle as she stood up. Her fist pressed into the
center of my chest.

“No girl goes soft when I’m around, Robin.” She had obviously been
paying attention.

“What’s the matter, don’t know what to do?”, she said.

I was frozen. Here was a woman, judging from her voice I guessed she
was around 32, reaching straight into my private sexual responses with
Discipline.

I felt the cord around my neck loosen. She lifted the bag slowly, to
just above my mouth. I took several breaths of the wonderfully fresh
air.

“My name’s Tracy. Say hello.”

“Hello.”

I heard the whip crack on the headrest.

“Hello, sir.”, she said.

I gulped and replied, “Hello, sir.”

“Do you have any idea what you’ve gotten yourself into, Robinette?”, she
asked.

“I–”

The whip cracked again on the other side of the headrest.

“You can answer when I say Answer. You *are* a troublesome one.”, she
said, the friendliness resuming.

“I like you. I’ve read your files. I had to do a lot to get your
assignment. So don’t blow it.”

I felt her lean forward. She softly, warmly kissed me on the lips. She
laid the whipping rod on my thighs, then caressed my shoulders with her
hands. I grew erect as she repeatedly kissed me and gently swirled her
fingertips around my nipples.

“Robin’s a good girl now. Does Robin agree? Answer.”

“I agree, sir.”, I said, breathless.

After one last, long kiss, she got up and walked to the front of the
cabin. I heard a zipper open. She walked back. I felt her hold my
right arm and plunge a needle in. I didn’t struggle, but was a little
scared.

“Don’t worry. Just some hormones and something to help you have a
goooood sleepy time. Robin needs hormones and sleep, yes? Robin’s had
a hard morning? Answer.”

“Yes, Tracy, sir. Thank you, sir.”, I replied.

“I’ll give you a kiss for being so good, dear.” She kissed me. I was
rock hard and feeling so much better in her kind presence. I felt her
take the whipping rod away, then I fell asleep.

II

My mind faded up from blackness. One breath. I blinked my eyes. The
bag was gone. As I breathed and cleared away the grogginess, I realized
I was strapped to a padded table. Everything around was dark. My left
upper arm had a soft bandage, and I felt no pain.

I remembered the injection. My first exposure to female hormones. I
tried to judge how it felt, but was too shaken by my abduction to gauge
anything that sensitive yet.

“She’s awake, sir.”, said an Asian female voice in the distance.

I raised my head to look at the source of the sound, straight ahead of
my feet. My feet were still cuffed, but my wrists were tied to the bed
with leather straps. I strained to see through the dark.

“Robin would like more light? Answer.”, asked a woman, with a voice
lower than Tracy’s. Her clearly reverberating voice came from speakers
high above.

“Yes, sir. Please, sir.”, I answered.

>From forty feet above, the ceiling lights faded up to 15% brightness. I
was on the stage of a 2,000 seat auditorium. The seats were empty.
There were two large, modern black chairs facing me at stage left. Twin
Chinese women sat, examining me through strapped-on high tech night
vision goggles. They were nude, delightfully lean, and in their early
twenties. They had identical buzz-bob hairstyles.

“I’m back here.”, said the voice. Perfect Australian accent.

I lowered my head to look back behind me. I could barely see her. I
heard her footsteps as she approached and circled to my left. She wore
an open white lab coat and high heeled thigh high glossy black boots.
God, she was muscular. Tanned and blonde, her long hair pulled back.
Nordic face. It was the first time I saw a bodybuilder woman naked, and
she was stunning. She wore a wireless microphone on the right side of
her mouth.

And she had a penis.

“Good afternoon, Robin. Welcome to Stages. I am Margaret. Say hello.”

“Hello, Margaret sir.”, I said. I gave a little smile.

“Lin, Mei, we won’t have any trouble with this one. Will we Robin?
Answer.”

“No trouble, Miss Margaret, sir.”

“Unstrap Miss Robin, please.”

The twins rose and approached. They were so beautiful. Miracles of
grace. The joyous mystery of life expressed in their bouncy, swaying
walks and placid expressions. Their glorious breasts gently jiggling
with each barefoot step across the wooden stage. They looked so cool in
the two-inch thick black goggles.

They quickly unbound me. I knew to lie still. Mei bowed and gave the
ankle cuffs to Margaret. The twins stood on both sides of the 4 foot
high black table bed. Their soft triangles of pubic hair a foot from my
waist.

Margaret began walking around the table in a circle. Lin and Mei stood
at attention, staring into each other’s eyes. I checked out their
perfectly lovely bodies, enjoying their exquisite beauty and youthful
perfection. A slow techno tropical drum loop began playing. The only
other sound was Miss Margaret’s boots on the stage. As she circled, she
made eye contact with me. She was studying me.

“I must say,” Margaret suddenly announced in her amplified
voice, “Robert is quite pretty for a boy. But Robert needs more
hormones. Answer.”

I swallowed and stayed silent. Margaret delicately played with the
shiny cuffs. She broke into a smile and stepped close to the bed,
inches from my right shoulder. She put her hands on her hips and drew
back the lab coat. I was in awe of her unbelievably tight stomach and
well defined chest muscles.

“Tracy taught you well. Robin wants more hormones, right? You may
answer.”

“Yes sir.”

“Such a good… boy!”, she said, boldly reaching out to pat my penis
quickly three times. I had no idea how to react.

Her hand stayed an inch above my cock. She turned to look into my eyes.

“The boy who knows something special.”, she said.

“The boy who doesn’t want to be a man. Answer.”

“Yes sir.”

She gently lowered her hand down to rest along my penis. I sent my heat
out to her touch.

“The boy who carried a secret desire. Answer.”

“Yes sir.”

Another erection began. Margaret held it down. I noticed her penis was
beginning to stand forward.

“A healthy desire. Answer.”

“Yes sir.”

“A beautiful desire… A… wonderful, deep, true desire. Answer.”,
she whispered.

“Yes sir.”, I said, feeling ready to cry. My sexuality was totally
exposed to this incredible person.

Miss Margaret got a syringe from a sheath in her left boot. She raised
the needle and squeezed out the air bubble. I felt the squirted
droplets land on my belly. Mei reached under the bed table, then
swabbed my left thigh with alcohol and cotton.

Margaret put her free hand on my inner thigh, held the syringe at a
steady angle, and injected the clear solution into the vein. After
withdrawing the needle, she kissed the site.

“The girl who needs another kiss. Answer.”

“Yes, Miss Margaret, sir.”

The drumbeat was getting a little faster.

The huge injection was flooding me with hormones. My cells lapped it
up. It could have been the placebo effect, but I felt immersed in deep
peace. Tears formed. Margaret moved her hand to begin slowly
masturbating me. She leaned down and gave me a quick, soft kiss on my
right cheek. She whispered in my ear,

“May I keep going, Robin? Answer.”

“Yes, please, sir.”

“Give our new girlfriend a treat, please,” she asked the twins. They
leaned down to kiss my thighs. I watched Margaret’s toned arm move her
lovely hand up and down my slippery cock. My eyes had fully adapted to
the clear, dim lighting. When the twins were close to my dick, Margaret
let go.

The twins took turns kissing my body and exploring my cock with their
mouths. Their lips and profiles were so beautiful. The way their
bobbed hair fell and swung was powerfully erotic. Their long, tanned
necks were unspeakably exquisite. Margaret put her pre-come covered
hand to my mouth and had me suck every finger. I was in ecstasy. The
organic/digital drums kept speeding up.

“That’s enough, girls. Thank you.”, said Margaret. The twins licked
their lips and stood back. The drum loop cut off.

She took her index finger slowly out of my mouth. I was suspended,
untouched, about five seconds from a huge orgasmic Coming. The three
women stared into my eyes, suddenly cold. They turned down the mood and
I sank back from the edge of wonder.

“See you when your breasts have grown. You’ve been such a good girl,
little Robin. You do want to play with your new friends then, dear?
Answer.”

“It would be a wonderful gift, sirs.”

“Can you seal that promise with a kiss? Answer.”, she asked.

“Yes, please, sir.”

Margaret walked a step over and held her cock up to the side of my
head. Hesitating, I slowly turned and extended my soft lips to her
lovely red head. It was the first time I touched another man’s penis.
Her’s was so beautiful. I made the kiss extra special, and gently
reached my lips around and down to her bell ridge. I licked her tasty
pre-come, then slid slowly off my first cock. She smiled down at me.

“Oooh, Robin’s a good little girl.”

III

The women left me and I heard a door closing from behind the rose-
colored curtain. I was lost without anyone there in authority. My dick
was still up, aching for more contact. I slowly sat up, ready to obey
and lie down again at the first voice I heard.

The auditorium was silent. I was warm and dry. I felt my face, and my
beard stubble didn’t feel too thick. I guessed it had only been two
days.

There was a light at the back of the hall. A door had opened, and
daylight briefly flooded in. A tall woman with long, thick, straight,
dark black hair walked in. She was wearing a dark purple bathrobe,
trimmed with black. The piping on the edges and cuffs was white. She
smiled over to me. Without a sound, she approached and walked up onto
the stage. She had a whipping rod.

I didn’t know what to do, so I kneeled to show obedience. She tapped
the rod on the floor twice. The ceiling lights went to full
brightness. I crawled fifteen feet toward her and kneeled, bowing my
head. She didn’t want me doing that, so she guided my forehead up with
a steady press of the whip. I gratefully yielded to her control.

Without a word, she kneeled before me. She had the eyes and face of a
model. She took on a firm expression and held the whip between our
faces. I slightly bowed, and she quickly smiled. I loved how it felt
when she gently touched the whip to my lips as if to say, ‘be quiet’.

She retrieved an object from her robe pocket. She held it up to my
face. It was a cordless electric hair clipper, with a silvery grey body
and black hair length spacer. She took the spacer off and placed it in
her pocket, then held up the clippers in one hand and the whipping rod
in the other. I swallowed and understood.

The auditorium was suddenly filled with the clipper’s buzzing sound.
Straight down the middle of my forehead, she buzzed on in. I felt the
metal pass along my skin as my 3″ long hair fell away. My eyes closed
and the newly bald stripe felt airy and cold.

Over and around, from forehead to nape and over each ear, she clipper
shaved me bald. When she was finished, she restored the room’s vast
silence. She placed the clippers down on the pile of hair on stage,
then touched the whip to the center of my chest. We stood up together
at her silent command.

I was stunned when she undid the belt of her robe and let it open up.
She emerged from the robe’s shadow and faced me. My jaw dropped at the
sight. Her entire pale body was tatooed below the neck in simple
horizontal black stripes, 1 centimeter thick, two centimeters apart.
The effect was overpowering. Her body was incredible to begin with, but
the stripes made her contours even more pronounced. I looked her up and
down as she pulled the robe back over her shoulders and let it fall to
the floor. My God.

“Good to see you again, Robin.”, she said in a British accent. Tracy!

I was about to greet her as an equal, but caught myself before I made a
sound.

“You may say hello.”, she said.

“Hello, Tracy sir.” I was absolutely dazzled by her uniquely elaborate
body art. She was all female.

“Now we will shower off and get nice and clean for the next step, Robin.”

She led me backstage to a bright dressing room. There was a square
shower stall. The whip guided me in. Tracy turned on the water, cold
at full blast. I flinched away from the painful shock of the freezing
spray, but the whip kept me in the stall. Tracy had me turn and rinse
to get rid off all the loose clippings. Then she stopped the water.

I was chilled to the bone. And totally bald for the first time. Tracy
pointed to another door with the whip and gestured with a flick of her
head. I walked in the direction she wanted, and opened the door.

It was another bathroom, with a beautiful antique tub, all full with
suds thick on top. Tracy pressed the whip tip into the center of my
back to make me walk to the tub.

“Get in.”

“Yes sir.”

The whip cracked on the top of my right shoulder. I winced in pain,
immediately knowing my crime.

“I did not say you could answer, girl. Just get in the fucking tub!”

She kept the whip pressed on my shoulder as I got in. The warm, sudsy
water was blissful compared to the icy shower. I sank in up to my neck,
hoping the whip sting would wear off.

“The bath has been treated with a depilatory. You will let it work for
thirty minutes. Wet this washcloth and use it on your head. Do you
understand? Answer.”

“Yes sir.”

“And don’t let any get on your eyebrows. This treatment is permanent.”

She pressed the whip down harder on my sore shoulder to see if I would
rise out of the bubble bath.

I was afraid of Tracy again. God, they really had read my files. All
my fetishes… The much needed discipline… And I still had no desire
to chicken out. I had even sucked cock today… I thought this place
would be a professional, medical, scientific place. But it was really
Shemale Bootcamp. And I liked it.

I looked over at Tracy’s incredible striped body. She looked back at me
with a smile.

“Does Robin want to hear the story of Tracy’s spiral? Answer, please.”

“Yes, sir.”

“You think you know about discipline. You know nothing! I’m sure
you’ve heard about the pain of tatooing. And the annual swimsuit
fashion advice for fat women to avoid horizontal stripes. Well I’m not
weak like most women. I like a little pain, as long as it serves a
purpose. And this body spiral is my statement on beauty. I *will*
maintain myself, girl. Do you think you could ever be as strong as me?
Answer.”

“No sir.”

“Damn right, kid.”

She let me take a long, close look at her incredible body. There was
simply no way to grow accustomed to the continuous spiral tatoo. I
loved how the stripes gradually thinned and tapered to sharp points nine
inches below her elbows and knees.

The depilation was complete. My skin was beginning to sting slightly.
Tracy gestured with the whip and I quickly went back to the shower. She
made me turn on the water, and keep it on full power cold. After two
minutes, she got in with me.

She held herself in the spray, and I was thankful for the relief. She
rinsed her hair, then turned off the water.

“Now dry my hair, boy.” She took a fluffy pink towel from the shelf and
threw it into my hands.

I started rubbing the top of her head.

Immediately she said “No! Press gently, fool, let the towel work for a
while. Rubbing damages hair, boy. Got it? Answer. And apologize.”

“Yes sir, now I understand. I am very sorry my ignorance damaged Miss
Tracy’s beautiful hair, and I promise, sir, never to make such an
idiotic mistake again. If you will find it in your heart to forgive a
novice student, I will be forever in your debt, Miss Tracy, sir.”

“Well, said, girl.” She looked up at me and gave a smile.

“You really are a baldy now, boy.”

I gently placed dry sections of the towel on Tracy’s jet black tresses,
glistening from the shower. I was freezing because she didn’t let me
dry off. But she didn’t mind being wet, so I emulated her bravery. The
cold made my cock stay a tiny 2.5 inches, and my balls were almost
completely withdrawn inside. With no body hair, I looked like a very
tall prepubescent boy.

“All right, enough hair drying. You can dry yourself now.”

I toweled off quickly.

“Now do me. You can take your time if you want.”

I swallowed at this once-in-a-lifetime chance. Gently, taking an
acceptably girlish approach, I began toweling Tracy’s shoulders. Her
spiral started at the nape of her neck, and flawlessly ran clockwise
down her strong, feminine body. She raised her arms for me when I
walked around to dry off her breasts. I noticed the stripe grazed the
top of her left nipple and the bottom of her right. Talk about
planning. And the stripes were so even and mathematically perfect!
Wonderful.

When I reached her waist, she spread her feet in a wider stance,
trusting me to dry off her cunt and ass. It was a treat to be granted
such a privilege. I squatted down and finished each leg. God, her
hips, waist, and ass were glorious. And her nice wide vertical
rectangle of pubic hair was truly lovely.

“Stand up.”

“Turn around. March.”

She guided me with the whipping rod pressed into the center of my lower
back. We left the backstage area and marched down a long, bright white
hallway. The centre wasn’t busy, but the 4 or 5 other people stopped to
see how I looked at this stage. The other two shemale patients were
kept nude too.

We approached another novice and her instructor. The novice was chained
at the neck. Her chain looked like strong chromed jewelry, more
symbolic than serious. She already had visible breasts, and her long
blonde hair looked natural and well styled. Like most elite shemales,
her narrow waist and wide hips were miraculous.

“Good afternoon, Miss Stephanie. Could your inductee please help us
with one little thing?”, asked Tracy.

“We always have time for Miss Tracy’s needs, sir.”, answered Stephanie,
a petite buzz-cutted redhead wearing the same lab coat and boots outfit
Miss Margaret had.

“This one needs some lipstick.”, said Tracy.

Stephanie took a tube from her pocket and gave it to her shemale.

“Angel, put some lipstick on Tracy’s friend. Answer.”

“Gladly, Miss Stephanie, sir.”, said Angel. She had been through the
vocal cord alteration, and her voice was four or five notes higher than
mine.

Angel smiled and applied the lipstick. We both enjoyed our wonderful
moment of freedom and slavery under Tracy and Stephanie.

“Good job, Angel. Answer.”

“Thank you, Miss Stephanie, sir.”, said Angel.

“I compliment you on the deportment of this one, Miss Stephanie.”, said
Tracy.

“Haven’t seen a baldy in a while.”, said Stephanie.

“Mmmm. They’re so easy to control.”, answered Tracy.

My heart started beating faster. I was in love with Tracy’s authority.
Tracy and Stephanie said their goodbyes. Angel and I shared one last
friendly glance as Tracy pressed the whip in again to get me marching
again.

We arrived at a door marked 217B in polished brass. Tracy made me open
the door and enter. She stayed in the hall. The 10′ by 10′ room was
mirrored on the ceiling and each wall. I was shocked at my eerie,
almost alien reflection. I had never had the guts to go bald before,
but now it was permanent. I was instantly turned on by it.

Looking around the room, I saw a bridal veil hanging from a hook in the
mirrored door.

“Put it on, boy.”, said Tracy from outside.

The taste of my own pre-come still lingered on my tongue as I processed
her command.

The veil drifted and flowed as I drew it off the metal hook. It was 3
feet long. Examining my full-body reflection, I gently raised it and
set it on my candle-white head. I felt so beautiful as the lacy elastic
band formed itself to me. The white veil hung beautifully over my
shoulders. Tracy opened the door and entered.

“Stand here.”

She positioned me in the middle of the room. Her multiple spiral tatoo
reflections overloaded my mind. I saw her hang her whip from the door
hook.

Tracy stood behind me, then gave me a gentle embrace.

“Robin, you are sooooo beautiful. I love you.”

I felt her breasts touching my back through the veil. I was ready to
collapse from the perfection of the situation.

Tracy’s right hand reached down to slowly grasp my hard penis.

“Look at me.”, she said.

I looked up at our reflection. My smooth baby skin and white veil
looked so innocent next to Tracy’s wild body and soft black hair. It
was hard to make out my face through the gauzy fabric. Tracy’s smiling
reflection stared into my soul.

I closed my eyes and breathed deeply as Tracy slooowly grasped and
pumped me. Had my balls been aching this hard all this time?

“My beautiful little boy.”, she said, her voice cracking in a motherly
way.

“All ready for his biiiig big step. Answer.”, she whispered.

“Yes, Miss Tracy, sir.”, I replied through my quickening breaths. My
knees were trembling.

Tracy came around to face me. I felt my pre-come as she laid her hands
on my shoulders. She took a wide stance and looked me in the eye. The
veil was lifted back and I blinked quickly in a feminine, graceful
manner. A strong, hot kiss. Her perfume was heavenly. We embraced and
drew together. She guided my cock into her soft, soft labia.

“Push on in, boy.”, she said.

I slid my concrete-hard, dripping hot cock inside her velvety, slippery
cunt. She hugged me tight.

We abandoned ourselves to the sacred sexual union. In between tightly
closing my eyes, I caught clear glances of her exotically striped body
in the mirror. Her shoulderblades and back muscles moved beneath her
skin. I was hypnotized by the flawless beauty of her gorgeously striped
ass.

Tracy began breathing harder. I HAD to come, but knew I should treat
her to more slippery fucking. We kissed. My nipples surrendered to her
pressing breasts. She reached her hands down to my buns and clutched
hard, pulling me into her, deeper and deeper. Our climactic rhythm
lasted for 7 thrusts. She moaned louder.

“Oh… Oooh. MMmmmm yeah, girl!”

My body became tense as golden Pleasure flooded through every limb. I
gasped for air and kept thrusting and coming inside my goddess, Miss
Tracy. My forever Master!

“Aaah. Ah. Oooooaaooooooh. Oh oh oh, oooh.”, moaned Tracy, slowly
swept away with orgasmic bliss. Her hands on my ass pressed me in
deeper. We held and hugged. One long, last kiss.

Tracy detached, my come dripping down onto her thighs. The room’s cool
air felt wrong on my previously red hot penis. How I had to return
home, inside my soft, warm Queen.

Tracy removed my veil and let it fall down, brushing briefly against my
buns and calves.

“My little boy bride. All girl from now on. Time for a bridal shower,
girl.”

I was weak and drained. I needed help to follow my Master. Tracy took
the whip from the hook and touched it to my shoulder, right where the
almost forgotten sting was. I immediately pulled my energy together and
stood up straight.

“Move.”

She directed me out of the mirrored room and over to room 218B. We
entered. It was a bathroom with another square shower stall. I was
happy to feel Tracy’s care as the warm water hit me. She lathered me
up, and I scrubbed her thighs clean. We took a long, wordless shower,
kissing and rinsing in the gentle spray. Tracy lovingly dried me off,
then had me take my time drying her hair and body.

“Done like a good girl. Now that you’re clean and smooth, report to
surgery room 4, down the hall on the right. Dr. Roland won’t have much
trouble feminizing that jaw of yours. And the rest of your face won’t
need any extra work. Answer.”

“Yes, sir.”

She held the whip to my back, and gently placed her hand over it. I
closed my eyes, feeling her delicious, painfully threatening dominance
and warm touch of Love simultaneously. She pushed me toward the door.

IV

I left Tracy, and turned to see her smiling broadly. She had left the
irreversible choice up to me. Everyone in the surgery department
treated me wonderfully. They gave a full before and after preview, and
I was blown away at the improvement. The surgery took three hours. I
spent the next week resting and taking hormones. I watched countless
informational shows about the transgender world, and all the treatment
options available. I received flowers from Margaret and Tracy. Angel
visited with Stephanie and gave me a manicure. We were allowed to have
a long session of girl talk. Stephanie gently but firmly pulled on
Angel’s chain when she noticed Angel going slow intentionally.

My facial swelling came down in 5 weeks. Over that time, the hormones
began their wonderful effects. My skin softened. My breasts filled
out, and my nipples grew larger and more sensitive. My beard stopped
growing, and my body hair was softer and shinier. Shemales need a
gentler dose of estrogen than MtF Transsexuals, so I was carefully
monitored so I wouldn’t lose sexual functions. I would go on a low
maintenance dose when I was happy with my breast size. I found baldness
suited me, and made my eyeshadow technique ultra-important.

I spent six wonderful months at Stages. Controlled sexual freedom with
Tracy was viewed as valuable medicine for body and soul. And I grew to
love the touch of her whip. I even longed for it. Pleasing her was the
most fulfilling experience I ever knew. She taught me all about makeup
and fashion, girl to girl.

The van driver who abducted me sent an apology letter. He explained his
role in my overall treatment, and explained that real birth required
real pain. I hated the guy, but understood.

I am totally passable now. I love having real, completely natural
breasts. It is even possible to be openly Shemale in America these
days. And being a bald woman with black sunglasses and red lipstick is
a fashion statement that will never lose its impact.

I was walking near the corner of Polk and Post Streets past an adult bookstore when I noticed an attractive transgender standing on the corner. I walked up and struck up a conversation. I told her she was attractive. She asked me if I wanted a date. I smiled and I asked her if she was functional. Then I asked her if she would accompany me to the adult bookstore so I could suck her cock. She thought about it for a moment. Looked a little puzzled and then said yes.

I gave her $40 plus some money to cover the cost of admission to the adult video arcade in the back of the adult bookstore.

I then followed her into the store and we both obtained video arcade money and I got an extra $20 in one’s. We stopped to look over the assorted adult DVD’s out on display. This always makes me extra horny before heading back to the movie booths. After looking over several videos we decided to head back to the video arcade.

We entered past the entrance to the arcade and down the corridor towards the video booths. There were a couple of men standing along the hallway. One winked at me. We chose a booth towards the back of the store and went inside and locked the door. I placed money in the dollar slot and the video started. I then searched until I could find a video which featured a Shemale.

We then embraced and started exploring each others mouths with our tongues. She reached for my crotch and started to rub my cock thru my pants. I undid my belt and lowered my jeans. She then lowered my white boxer briefs. She then went to her knees and started to suck my cock. After few minutes of sucking I informed her that I did not want to cum to soon and that I wanted to suck her also. She then stood up and I went to my knees.

I raised her skirt and lowered her panties a little to reveal a perfectly shaped cock with a crop of nice trimmed pubic hair just above her cock.

“God you have a beautiful cock”

I then took her cock in my mouth and I started to gently suck on her until she hardened. When hard her cock had to be at least 7” in length. I started to kiss and lick around her balls and cock and then I took her full length into my mouth. She must have been enjoying this because she began to fuck my mouth and moan. I sucked her for a few minutes more when she motioned for me to stop and stand up.

When I was standing straight up again she dropped to her knees and started sucking my cock again. At the same time she started rubbing my ass with her free hand. I was loving the attention that she was giving my asshole and I was close to cumming when she suddenly stopped and went to her purse. She produced from her purse a bottle of lubricant and squeezed some into her hand and rubbed my asshole. She then obtained even more lubricant and she started inserting her fingers into my asshole, while she continued to suck my cock. I should have realized what was about to happen when she motioned for me to turn around and bend slightly over.

I just then noticed that the movie had stopped. So I retrieved more money from my wallet and deposited it into the dollar slot. On the screen three shemales were taking turns screwing this lucky man in his late twenties. Both his mouth and ass were being brutalized by these Chicks with dicks. Then I noticed a glory hole and cock sticking thru it. My luck she noticed it also. The door knob to the booth was also jingling back and forth. Luckily the door was still locked.

She instructed me to bend over and suck the cock sticking thru the glory hole. Horny as hell and almost out of control I obliged. As I took his cock in my mouth I felt her cock pressing against my lubricated asshole. Slowly she began to enter me. The pain was intense and I was having trouble concentrating on the cock in my mouth. I was worried I was going to bite down, but I didn’t. She remained motionless in my ass for a minute while I adjusted to her presence. She then started slowly pumping in and out. A few minutes went by with the cock in my ass and one in my mouth. I have to admit I was loving every minute of this experience. I wanted it to go on forever. Now she was fucking my ass with powerful thrusts. At the same time she reached around me and started stroking my cock. I was in heaven.

All of a sudden the cock in the glory hole erupted and shot torrents down my throat. Then the man in the other booth thanked me and left. She must have unlocked the door to the booth, because suddenly it opened and a middle aged man walked in. As my shemale continued to fuck my ass, he dropped his pants and presented me with his cock. He must have been at least six inches half hard. I took his cock in my mouth and started to suck.

The shemale fucked me over and over. Slowly withdrawing her cock and then inserting its full length all the way to the tilt. Her balls were smacking my ass on every stroke. The trans-gender, our male companion and I had a good rhythm going. I was sucking his cock like my life depended on it. On every third or fourth insertion I suck on his cock head and then twirl my tongue around entire base, shaft and head. He started to hold my head as I bounced up and down on his cock. All three of us were moaning in extasy.

Suddenly the shemale announced that she was going to cum. She then pulled out and swung me around and stuck her cock in my mouth and came. She came in torrents. There was so much cum that some of it was leaking onto my chin. After swallowing her cum, I continued to clean her cock attempting to get it hard again. All at once I felt our male companion”s cock at the entrance to my asshole. She instructed me not to panic and that I would love this.

Slowly he entered me and started fucking me with nice long thrusts. As he did this, she continued to encourage me as I sucked her cock. She then stopped my sucking, dropped to her knew and took my cock into her hot mouth as our male companion continued pound my ass. This was just too much for me. She had only sucked my cock for a few minutes when I came. She held my come in her mouth, raised up and went forward and kissed me on the lips. She deep throated my mouth with her tongue. I sucked as much of my cum as I could from her mouth. Then she stopped and kissed me on the forehead.

I was a little disappointed when she stopped and started straightening her clothes up. She got fully dressed, wrote her name and phone number down, left the note on the chair and left as this man was continuing to thrust in and out of my used asshole.

Moments after she left, did another man enter. He was a little overweight. Yet he was still attractive. I was presented with yet another cock. I sucked this new cock with earnest until the cock in my ass erupted. After several more thrusts the first man withdrew his cock from my ass and I dropped to my knees. I continued sucking on the cock of the second man as the first man started playing with the video search until he found a gay movie. Suddenly the second man pulled out of my mouth and started jacking off furiously. Just as he exploded, I took his cock into my mouth and sucked in as much cum as I could. I milked the cum from his cock with my lips. He continued thrusting his cock into my mouth until he was totally satisfied and spent. I rose to my feet and then colapsed into the chair.

As the first man was getting dressed he exclaimed: “That was so hot”

The second man strongly agreed and admitted he was watching our threeway with the transgender from the glory hole. Both men thanked me. We exchanged hugs.

I continued sitting in the chair totally spent as both men departed the booth. I locked the door and stayed there until I regained my senses. Then I dressed, grabbed that phone number and left.

When we were first married I found that my husband had a penchant for women”s clothing. I also discovered that I found his little fetish pretty hot myself. I not only encouraged his dressing but also helped him with it. I took him shopping for lingerie, skirts, shoes, boots, camisoles,wigs etc… With increasing frequency I asked him to come to bed in his silky nightgowns and fantasized about making lesbian love to him.
We started to talk like girls during our lovemaking sessions. Telling each other the kind of guys we”d like to pickup and what we would do to them in, some of the sluttiest scenarios you could imagine.

AS time past we had Franny”s (My Husband)dressing to a science. He could do his own make-up and nails and he developed a female voice (using a British accent). I started taking him in public slowly. First a car ride, then a walk in the park, then strutting through the busiest streets downtown. He did receive his fair share of stares and catcalls which, bolstered his image of his female self. On a couple of occasions we stopped into some crowded bars scenes so he could practice his voice and style. After each of our outings we were so hot we”d run home and make love for hours.

About eight years ago we heard about a Halloween party at this huge nightclub we never frequent and about fifty miles away from our home. Figuring that no one we knew would be there we decided to live our fantasy”s out in public on a night we could still have deniability if we were discovered.

That night we both dressed up as hookers. He looked Incredible!! Black leather mini-skirt, thigh-high black stockings, high heeeled boots, red blouse,black leather short-waist jacket, short shag platinum blond wig, perfect makeup with ultra wet red lipstick and matching nail polish. The profile we were looking for was paying dividends. For the entire night we were both fending off requests for sexual favors, being groped both on and off the dancefloor until I was soo horny I couldn”t take it.

One of our fantasies revolved around our getting picked up by a stranger and letting him have his way with us. Well that little scenario crept into my mind. I thought it would be so hot for the “hooker twins” to both work out that fantasy. I whispered to my “girlfriend” that, we should pick out a guy and, “rock his world”. Judging by the the straining bulge under “her” skirt I think “she” liked the idea

Since he looked so convincing and was pretty horny himself we took on the the next guy who asked. Franny (my hubby) was asked to dance with a black stud who possessed the largest cock I”d seen in a while. He was grinding it into “her” while they danced while holding tight to “her” ass. Following the dance he sat at the table with us. While we were talking I noticed he took Franny”s hand and put it on his cock. Ever so femininely “she” gently stroked the length of it. He invited “her” out to the car to “talk”. “She” told him, only if “her” girlfriend could come with her. This guy couldn”t believe his luck.

Watching my hubby walking arm-in-arm shaking IT soooo sexy with this black stud was too hot. In the car “she” started making out with this guy while pumping on his ever-hardening cock. Watching from the backseat I quietly coached my “girlfriend” in what to do. I then slid into the front seat and started to make out with him. While our tongues intertwined, Franny was sucking his cock for all “she” was worth. God, “she” was such a slut! When I was ready, I hiked my skirt up and slid my panties to the side and pulled that huge cock into me. I then instructed Franny to rub his balls and finger his ass… which “she” did soo willingly while “she” rubbed my clit. His cock felt so good that I built to a explosive orgasm. Amid his protests I climbed off and pulled my skirt down. Our friend still hadn”t come yet so he told Franny to go down and suck him off. While Franny bobbed up and down on his enormous cock he kept asking “her” if “she” loved black dick. All she could do with “her” mouth full was hum…uh-huh. The way “she” sucked his cock I really think she does love it! He exploded in Franny”s mouth and , with the biggest smile looked at me and said, “thank you girls”.

Franny and I went back to the bar giggling like two high school girls and headed straight for the ladies room to freshen up and get ready for the next lucky guy.

The newness of the situation had us acting like the sluts we were. Dirty dancing and crotch grabbing. I caught Franny in a booth giving a guy a hand job (which I thought was tooo hot)! For our finale we picked up two young guys (one for each of us)that night and repeated the scenario but with a little more abandon. The sex was so hot I think both those guys wanted to marry us. They certainly didn”t want us to leave.

Over the years the two sexy hookers go out several times a year (especially halloween) and my sexy hubby will willingly do everything I tell him to. Trust me Guys, you”d love to run into us!! Tell me what you”d do? If your fantasy scenario is as hot to us as it is to you, we might have to live it out. Maybe in your town